Japanese Dreams

September 23, 2016

This summer I saw a new world.

Ironic words from an American, but

it was twenty long hours and an ocean away.

Off the plane, into a land where

sleep is elusive but the glowing city is quiet, where

the buildings arch into the sky over the streets, where

the lilting language glances off my untrained ear.

Everything unfamiliar:

sunset, a bright new red,

sunrise, and the city wakes around me

as I step down the sidewalk. 

A shrine on the corner.

A new dawn in Tokyo.

Just a week of my life, 

but I still have Japanese dreams.

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